Out of my friends list...#of people....on my friends list:44recently added(last week):3I have met face to face:31Communties:1Out of state:11In State that I have not met:2Out of state that I have met personally:0that I have chatted online with:3that I have had sex with:7that I have known more than 2 years:11who are men:23who are women:20that I have kissed:14that I would have sex with if they asked:3that are likely to ask:0on my list that I have met who have not added me:5 (losers)that I have known for more than 5 years:7that have baby sat my son:1that do or have done rocky horror:12that I have hung out with somewhere other than the club/rocky/parties:13that know me very well:1that I have worked with:1that I have gotten trashed with:6that don't drink:5that have mentioned their love of drinking:6

I will be doing my usual Vogue/Mercury crawl tonight if anyone wants to stalk me. That is if I don't crash out from being up so freaking early.

I feel so ready to get out of here. Seasonal Affective Disorder has reared it's ugly head again. A few days of sunny weather. A tease. A full blown tease. That's all it was. I wake up way too early today, and it's cold. Freaking cold. You know seasonal affective disorder is in place when you dust off Jimmy Buffet's greatest hits and scream the lyrics to "Boat Drinks".

I gotta go where it's warm.

I kinda want to shoot 6 holes in my freezer too. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending how you look at it) my workout partner keeps the firearms locked up and won't give me the key. Of course the only thing I'd have a chance of shooting would be the .45. Everything else would knock me back through a wall.

I was going through this phase where I was caring what people think. Now I just kind of want them all to go to Hell. This was evident by my social skills on Wednesday.

Do you ever feel like you're sucking the life force out of whoever you're talking to?

I need to take a little inventory of what's going on.

Maybe I'm over stimulated, I have been getting up far earlier than usual.

It seems the later I wake up the more likely I am to want to socialize. Tuesday was great. I got up around 1, went to the club around 10, held the pool table from 10:30 - midnight because I rule, and was happy to see everyone there in the elitist "pool table mafia" back room of the Mercury.

I am Jack's heavy period.

God I want to get out of here. Christmas in Key West anyone? Thanksgiving in Vegas? New Year's in Maui? Valentine's day in the Bahamas? Am I the only one living in the pacific northwest that absolutely detests the weather 8 months out of the year? I feel like it sometimes. Especially in the summer when it's 77 degrees and people are whining about it being "too hot". Shut up. It is NOT too hot. Go to Tucson and tell me it's too hot here.

I feel the need to write a tell-all book or something. Post my life in installments on LJ. What's the worst that could happen? People get offended and drop me off their list? Try to ruin my desecrated reputation?

I've always enjoyed this little thing brought to you by the goddess Annie Sprinkle...

40 REASONS WHY WHORES ARE MY HEROSBy Annie Sprinkle

1. Whores have the ability to share their most private, sensitivebodyparts with total strangers.2. Whores have access to places that other people don't.3. Whores challenge sexual mores.4. Whores are playful.5. Whores are tough.6. Whores have careers based on giving pleasure.7. Whores are creative.8. Whore are adventurous and dare to live dangerously.9. Whores teach people how to be better lovers.10. Whores are multicultural and multigendered.11. Whores give excellent advice and help people with their personal problems.12. Whores have fun.13. Whores wear exciting clothes.14. Whores have patience and tolerance for people that other people couldnever manage to put up with.15. Whores make lonely people less lonely.16. Whores are independent.17. Whores teach people how to have safer sex.18. Whores are a tradition.19. Whores are hip.20. Whores have a good sense of humor.21. Whores relieve millions of people of unwanted stress and tension.22. Whores heal.23. Whores endure despite of the fact that many people have prejudice againstthem.24. Whores make good money.25. Whores always have a job.26. Whores are sexy and erotic.27. Whores have special talents that other people don't have. Not everyone haswhat it takes to be a whore.28. Whores are interesting people with lots of exciting life stories.29. Whores get laid a lot.30. Whores help people explore their sexual desires.31. Whores explore their own sexual desires.32. Whores are not afraid of sex.33. Whores hustle.34. Whores sparkle.35. Whores are entertaining.36. Whores have the guts to wear very big wigs.37. Whores are not ashamed to be naked.38. Whores help the handicapped.39. Whores make their own hours.40. Whores are rebelling against the absurd, patriarchal, sex-negativelaws against their profession andfighting for the legal right to receive financial compensation fortheir valuable work.

I'm up frightfully earlier than usual. WP had a phone interview and his cell phone doesn't have very good reception at home so since I was up (due to the music alarm kicking in Prince's Lets Go Crazy at FULL FUCKING VOLUME) I got in the car and tagged along to his parents house where reception is better.

You know, the whole Purple Rain album is one giant mixed bag for me. I've always hated "Let's Go Crazy" since it always seemed that if I was working in a strip club and they had some amateur night/waitress contest one of the contestants was bound to make a mockery of erotic dance to that song. Either that or "Darling Nikki". But "Darling Nikki" is kind of a strip club classic. Fitting somehow. There was one contestant in particular that stands out in my mind as being one of the all time worst waitress contest contestants. She danced to "Lets Go Crazy" while trying to strip out of tight jeans over a pair of combat boots and crawl on the floor and look sexy doing it. It was more like a train wreck.

So every time I hear "Lets Go Crazy" I have this mental picture of Some clueless 18 year old with one of those really short short hair cuts flailing around on the floor of a raised platform, jeans just barely squeezed down to her ankles as she fought to yank them over her boots.

So, almost everyone on my friends list with the exception of a small few either didn't post today or they posted quizes/jokes. What does it all mean?

Even I find myself in the post quizzes and jokes and nothing particularly deep mode.

Sweet. It was nice out today. I was able to get iced corporate coffee today.

We lost one of our cats. I'm sorry I ever bitched about having so many animals around. We went to the humane society to report her missing but they're closed on Tuesdays. We'll have to try tomorrow. This was the "misplaced" kitty. The one that originally belonged to one of our roommate's fuck toys that moved to Billings, MT. Couldn't keep the cat. Left it at our house. I liked the outsider kitty. Strangely enough, even though I keep my distance from pets and all things cute, I find myself grieving over the fact that we haven't seen this squeaky little thing in days. I want her back.

I had to steal this from tinrow's LJ. Ex-catholic girls like myself tend to have a fondness for drunken priests.

tinrow Time: 4:12 pm.

A new priest at his first mass was so nervous he could hardly speak. After mass he asked the monsignor how he had done. The monsignor replied, "When I am worried about getting nervous on the pulpit, I put a glass of vodka next to the water glass. If I start to get nervous, I take a sip." So, next Sunday he took the monsignor's advice. At the beginning of the sermon, he got nervous and took a drink. He proceeded to talk up a storm. Upon his return to his office after mass, he found the following note on his door:

1. Sip the Vodka, don't gulp.2. There are 10 commandments, not 12.3. There are 12 disciples, not 10.4. Jesus was consecrated, not constipated.5. Jacob wagered his donkey, he did not bet his ass.6. We do not refer to Jesus Christ as the late J. C.7. The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost are not referred to as Daddy, Junior and the Spook.8. David slew Goliath, he did not kick the shit out of him.9. When David was hit by a rock and was knocked off his donkey, don't say he was stoned off his ass.10. We do not refer to the cross as the "Big T."11. When Jesus broke the bread at the Last Supper he said, "Take this and eat it for it is my body." He did not say "Eat me"12. The Virgin Mary is not called "Mary with the Cherry,"13. The recommended grace before a meal is not: Rub-A-Dub-Dub thanks for the grub, yeah God.14. Next Sunday there will be a taffy pulling contest at St. Peter's, not a peter pulling contest at St. Taffy's.